When full dark fell, Aiden returned with the two soldiers' flasks full of water from a running stream feeding the pond and a double handful of some large, yellow fruit. He knew it was risky to eat something without knowing what it was, but he was starving. He bit into the ripe fruit and groaned in happiness. The flesh tasted sweet and rich, just enough fiber for good chewing. Even the skin was lovely. He offered Ashala one but she refused. He made her drink some of the water then ...